Chickens

092011- Number 3 in a series of eggs from our hens.

• $30 - framed
• 5"x7"
• water soluble oil paint
• the third in a series of egg paintings from our hens. These are from the silkies and are lovely subtle shades of yellow, pink, and white.
  

Meat birds just before going to "town".

Last Friday was the end of our summer chores. Since mid June we have been looking after 50 meat birds. We bought them as day old chicks. We fed them in the brooder coop for a month or so to make sure they could handle the outside world. Baby chicks are very fragile creatures, even the Bonnie's Heavy Reds we decided to get.

They don't stay that way for long. Within the month they were big, beefy looking birds that did little else but eat. So they were moved outside to the pasture pens. Actually Tim coined them chicken schooners because they slowly drift across the lawn in the front and back yards.

This was the second batch of meat birds we have done, so in fact this has actually been going on since mid May. This batch was the larger of the two so there were more pens. We had to build them quickly to make sure we would have enough for the 50 odd birds that we had.

One of the small pasture pens or :chicken schooners" in the front yard.

Every morning three chicken pens would be moved to fresh grass. The chickens were full of anticipation and moved willingly. It was great to see the birds pick at the tops of the dandelion leaves. They always went for these first. Feeders and waterers were refilled and adjustments were made to make sure they had enough shade, and rain protection. Each bird had 3 square feet to themselves.

We have one large pen that would only move around the front yard. It was very awkward to move even with the wheels. Every evening it would get moved to a clean grassy spot. All waterers would be checked again and if the grass was really messy the birds would be moved again.

This has been our routine all summer. It ended last Friday. It was processing day.

Now this is not new to us any more. We have done this a couple of times so have an idea what to expect. It was an early morning, up before sunrise. We also had a number of young roosters to catch as well as they always started early.

The routine is I catch the birds and Tim monitors the cage to make sure none get out. Meat birds don't often try and break out, but the young roosters are full of energy and will break free if they can.

Next it is going into the pasture pens to catch the birds. These are only 2 feet tall so it is a bit difficult to move around in them. Plastic pants and wellington boots keep me clean. I get this job as I am the more flexible of the two of us. One to three birds are caught and placed into the borrowed chicken cages.

One by one they all end up in the cages. The borrowed trailer is lined with cardboard to help keep it clean. Chicken poop is not a nice thing to clean up. One layer of cages is placed in the trailer. Another layer of cardboard and another layer of cages. We only like to have around 7 or 8 in the cages so they  birds can still move if they want to.

It was incredibly foggy that morning so the drive was slow. Not too bad as the birds had a lid on them and it was cool so they would be as comfortable as we could make them.

So Tim drove up to the processor in Wallenstein. For once there wasn't a long line up. It was great. We were in and out within the hour. What a surprise! Neither of us like to be there when the chickens are killed, but we feel we owe it to them. For me it is a respect thing. I feel I should bear witness to their death as I did their life. I imagine Tim feels similar.

So we watched our birds be killed and then they disappear. I never like this part. I hate to watch the last moments of their lives. It is hard. The day before I killed 2 birds at home. It was much calmer, for both myself and the birds.

We packed up our cages and headed home to clean up.

Although we had just brought a number of birds in to be killed, we both felt an incredible gratitude for them. They would not be wasted. They would help keep others as well as us alive.

Much of the conversation on the way home was about the potential of a mobile abattoir. Imagine if no animal had to travel to their death, but could die at home. Isn't that what many of us hope for?

Tim, Hall and Oates at the Drayton Fair. Jennifer took the picture.

The first weekend of August hosts one of the best kept secret's of August and we were there! The Drayton Fall Fair was the 5-7th of August. We were invited to be a part of an initiative created by Martin Tamlyn, local food enthusiast and grower.

We arrived at around 10am on the Sunday with all of our wool demonstration gear. Strapped to the top pf the car were two pallets and a gate; the containment system for our other cargo. We were also in charge of safely getting Hall and Oates, two of our lovely silkie hens, up to the fair. They were to be the animal component of our little demonstration.

We all made it just fine. Luckily it wasn't nearly as warm as when we went into Toronto.

We set up beside a group of alpacas from Poot Corners (regulars at Mapleton's Friday's at the Farm). Almost the whole Poot family was there. They had a spinning and weaving demonstration using their own alpaca fibre. It is very inspiring to watch an entire family be so involved in an endeavour! They brought an antique spinning wheel, weaving loom, drum carader, and all kinds of interesting alpaca products. I really wanted to get one of their rug kits!

We had our felting demonstration there. this time is focused more on needle felting than wet felting. This was great as I got my start in needle felting using a Poot Corners needle felting kit! Amazing how things come full circle sometimes.

We had a great time talking to people, making buttons, and enjoying the fair. People were all enamored with our fuzzy chickens. The overwhelming consensus was cute!

Daisy the goat from Mapleton's was walked around on a lead, and the alpaca cria's made funny whining noises for much of the afternoon.

Tim went to watch the smash-up derby while I kept looking over to the miniature horse show. We both worked on needle felting projects too. Tim on his hat made of Itch's wool, and I was making a water bottle insulator. It was a fun day out!